Finding Joy

"Close the door."

Mike, standing in the doorway to
Jack's office, hastened to do so.  Full
night had fallen an hour or so earlier, and even the cleaning crew had already
come through.

"Concerning our earlier
conversation," Jack continued when the door was fully closed, "I'm
guessing you'd like to surprise Connie."

"Turnabout is fair play,"
Mike replied cheekily.  He tried to read
Jack's expression and found he couldn't. 
"I wasn't sure if you'd go for it."

Jack smiled.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  "I went for it the first time."

"Yeah, but that was for
Connie."

"No, that was for you.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  This time's for Connie."style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Jack sat back and regarded Mike
affectionately.  "Mike, I don't have
very many good friends.  You and Connie
are among them."  He picked up a pen
and fiddled with it.  "Besides, you
have to admit, it was pretty good sex."

That startled a laugh out of
Mike.  "Now I'm wondering if I need
to challenge you to a duel."

Jack chuckled.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  "Well, you could—but how do you think
Connie would react?"  He raised his
eyebrows, a knowing half-smile on his lips.

"Good point."style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Mike shifted a little in his chair, unable to
look away from Jack.  He couldn't believe
how he was reacting to simply being in the older man's presence, having this
conversation; his skin was tingling, his lips were burning, he could barely
think, and he could feel himself rising and hardening in his pants.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Good
God, this man is sexual chemistry personified.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  "Um…."

"I wouldn't recommend
trying to do this before the weekend; we both know your schedule is very much
subject to change," Jack continued matter-of-factly.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Mike could tell he was being polite by
ignoring the state Mike suddenly found himself in.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  "So shall we say … Saturday night?"

"Saturday's good,"
Mike replied, his voice a little husky.

Jack gave him a clear-eyed look,
then stood and walked around the desk. 
Perching on the edge, he said, "This is not going to become a regular
occurrence," his voice somehow simultaneously stern and gentle.

"No," Mike agreed,
feeling trapped.

"Good," Jack said, and
never before had Mike had so strong a feeling that his boss could read his
mind—with the result that he was more than happy to escape when he was
dismissed.

He sank into his chair, feeling
a little shaky and more than a little flushed.

And he still had the problem of
the bulge in his pants.

He put his head down on his desk
and tried not to think about Jack.